Submission in Seattle (9 page)

It took Monica
about forty minutes to drive across the bridge and return to her place on
Capitol Hill.  Her apartment was one of three that had been created by
subdividing a lovely old home.  The rent was steep, but the location close to
downtown saved her nearly two hours commuting time each day compared to her
previous apartment in Auburn.

After placing a
load of clothing in the washing machine, she went on to give the place a
thorough cleaning.  She actually liked housecleaning.  It gave her time to
think.  Mostly she thought about Cole.  She couldn’t decide if she should think
of him as Howard or Master.  She did know that she was starting to fall in
love.  Her study of D/S relationships had warned her that strong emotions were
the rule between D/S couples.  I’m not going to make any hasty decisions, she
promised herself. 

She played back
the previous evening in her mind to see if there were any danger signs.  If
Cole had intended to hurt her, he would have done it by now, she concluded. 
Breakfast this morning had been a big surprise.  She couldn’t remember any of
her previous lovers or boyfriends making breakfast for her.  This guy just
might have the makings of a good husband.  That thought produced a big smile. 
For some reason, she always felt better dating a man who was potential husband
material.  It kept her from feeling that she was wasting her time.

When she had been
in his study, she had noticed some diplomas and various certificates on the
wall.  Apparently Howard was an attorney.  She had never really liked lawyers. 
Perhaps it required a big ego to work in the courtroom.  Her only lawyer friend
had always referred to her colleagues as “asshole attorneys”, but Howard was
unlike any attorney she had ever met.

Later that night,
they met downtown to see a French film with subtitles.  Monica alternately
cried and squeezed his hand with a grip that would have done credit to a
gorilla.  Afterwards, they found a quiet restaurant where they had coffee and
dessert.   They decided that she would arrive at his house next Saturday at
five PM for a much anticipated play session.

Their horniness
gradually built up to a fever pitch during the week.  Cole told her to
masturbate as much as she wanted, since he didn’t think it would detract from
her enjoyment of their play.  On Saturday, Monica went shopping with her friend
Jennifer at a local lingerie store.  She wanted to find just the right item to please
her master.

Cole spent much of
Saturday afternoon preparing the basement dungeon.  He wanted to provide her
with a more intense scene tonight.  Heavier impact play on her sexy ass and
something to excite those amazing tits, he thought. He was getting pretty
excited just thinking about it.  Time to take a deep breath and cool off, he
told himself.

First, he vacuumed
the hardwood floor, since the cleaning woman was not allowed in the basement. 
The next priority was to arrange the play furniture to permit the type of play
he had in mind.  He preferred not to move his partner during a scene, so he
tried to use one piece of equipment that would allow for multiple positions. 
He decided to use a small spanking horse that only supported the hips and a wooden
bar that would hang from the ceiling.

The heavily padded
top of the horse was only about four inches wide and twenty inches long. It was
solidly supported by a pair of four by four posts set in a heavy platform. 
There were attachment points in the base for securing wrists and ankles. The
ankles could be widely separated and there was an eyebolt in the base a few
inches in front of the horse for attaching a waist belt to enforce a bending
position.

The height of the
horse was not adjustable.  When someone was bending over it, they could be
penetrated from behind by someone who was the correct height.  Since Cole had
built it himself, he made certain that the height corresponded to his own.

From the corner of
the room, he selected a thick, five foot wooden dowel rod with multiple
attachment points. Using a pair of black adjustable nylon cargo straps, he
attached it to two points on the ceiling.  Then he pushed the spanking horse
into the center of the room under the suspended bar.

After a final
cleanup of the dungeon, he left the house to run some errands.  He stopped by
his favorite trendy market for groceries and returned home to relax for the
rest of the afternoon.  His thoughts naturally turned to Monica.  Their
relationship was certainly unusual.  I’ve never heard of a couple who meshed
together so quickly and easily, he thought.  No doubt there would be problems
of some sort ahead, but he had a distinctly optimistic feeling that they would
be able to work out every difficulty that came up. 

He knew from his
observations in the Seattle SM scene that kinky couples did not have a very
long half-life.  About six months, he estimated.  Like highly radioactive
elements, they seemed to dissipate their energy rapidly.  Except for a few
stable couples, people in the scene moved from partner to partner trying to
find some elusive qualities that they felt they needed to be happy. 

One of the biggest
reasons for breakups was the custom of playing with others.  At play parties
and in private, people would often try to play with as many others as
possible.  This allowed them to sample the erotic wares of many people.  Being
human and vulnerable to temptation, many a bottom left their Top in search of a
better SM experience.  Tops left their bottoms to pair off with a sexier
looking new partner or one who could take more pain.  Sometimes a bottom would
suddenly get tired of bottoming and become a Top, usually just in time to hook
up with a bottom they found attractive. 

Another problem he
was aware of occurred when someone selected their long term partner simply
because they were sexually compatible.  After they had lived together for a
while, the ordinary differences would become apparent and the couple would
dissolve.  Some couples tried to avoid this by not living together.  Being
single and having a kinky lover was quite popular in the scene.  Cole thought
this might be a possibility for him and Monica, but somehow it didn’t feel very
satisfying.

In late afternoon,
he started to think about dinner.  They had neglected to make plans.  Would she
eat before she came over?  Just then, the phone rang.  It was Monica.  “Hi
Howard, I was wondering if I could cook dinner for you tonight at your house?”

“Of course,
Monica.  Should I pick up anything at the store?”

“Nope, I’ve got it
covered.  See you at seven?”

“Sounds great,
I’ll see you then.  By the way, the dungeon is ready,”  he said to press her
buttons a little.

“Oh Howard, I’m
going to be really ready.  Is it OK if I’m in role while I cook dinner?”

“Sure it is Little
One, just don’t spill any hot liquid on yourself, that would be
non-consensual,” he said with a grin.

“I’ll be very
careful Master.”

After hanging up
the phone, he reflected on the coincidence that she had called just as he was
thinking about her.  They certainly seemed to be on the same wavelength.  He
busied himself with some routine work in his office, then shortly before he
expected Monica, he showered and dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt.

Monica arrived
right on time.  She was wearing a long coat that was appropriate for the damp,
cool weather outside.  After placing her grocery bag on the kitchen counter,
she turned to Cole and said “Master, will this be all right to wear while I fix
dinner?”

She removed the
coat to reveal only a sexy red bra and panties.  She was already stepping out
of her white running shoes.  He raised one eyebrow and said, “How could I
object to such a beautiful Chef?  I’ll just watch from the bar stool over there
so I can tell you where to find things in the kitchen.” 

They approached
each other in the center of the kitchen and after a slight hesitation, gave
each other a long hug.  This certainly feels right, they both thought. He sat
at the small breakfast bar so that he could watch her every move.  She
proceeded to fix a quick, healthy dinner while he watched the nicely toned
muscles in her legs as she danced around the kitchen.

Just before she
was ready to serve the meal at the dining table, he ordered her to remove her
bra.  The sight of her full, pouting breasts hanging delicately over the table
while they ate was most pleasing.

The menu consisted
of shrimp cocktails, a Thai chicken salad and a bottle of Washington State
Semillon-Blanc.  Cole explained that he would have only one glass.  “I don’t like
to drink and play,” he said.  It was hard to keep his eyes off her breasts. 
The nipples were getting hard again and he knew she was thinking about what he
might do to her shortly.  The fact that she was wearing only a pair of bright
red panties seemed out of place, yet deliciously appropriate.

Once again, Monica
started breathing heavily.  She had a hard time raising her eyes to look at her
master.  Displaying her breasts at the table for her master’s pleasure had
elicited that delicious feeling of embarrassment and loss of control.  She was
barely able to finish her meal as she felt his eyes devouring her body. 

When they were
both finished, Cole announced what they would do next.  “That was an excellent
dinner, Little One.  I’m very pleased.  Before I show you the dungeon, I’d like
to relax for a while.  Come with me into the other room.”

She followed into
a comfortably furnished room with a sofa, television and several well filled
bookshelves.  He had her sit on the thick carpet beside a large overstuffed
leather chair and handed her a soft pink blanket with satin trim that reminded
her of her childhood.  She wrapped herself in the blanket and put her head
against his knee while he picked up the Seattle Times and began to read.  She
noticed a slight odor of sweet tobacco in the room.  Perhaps Master
occasionally smoked a pipe?

Monica felt an
unusual sense of security, a feeling of things being right.  Sitting at her
master’s knee while he read the newspaper seemed like the most natural thing in
the world.   She allowed her thoughts to drift and images of her childhood came
into her mind.  Her father had been away on business during much of her
childhood, she recalled.  She remembered a long forgotten scene that included
herself at age twelve, waiting patiently for her father to return, then being
told that he had been delayed indefinitely.  In a flash of understanding, she
realized that Cole was providing a strong male presence that she had been
missing.  She wrapped her arms around his leg and held on, simply enjoying the
feeling of being safe and protected.

Twenty minutes
later, she asked for permission to use the bathroom and her master said “Of
course.  Please put on a little more of that perfume, if you have it with you. 
What’s the name of it?”

“It’s called
Anais-Anais, Master.”

“I see.  It’s very
nice,” he said in a pleasantly seductive tone.

She returned
smelling quite delightful and resumed her position on the floor.  After another
ten minutes of reading, Cole said “Well, I think I’m about ready for a visit to
the dungeon.  How about you Little One?”

“Yes sir, I’m very
ready.”

“Good.  Come with
me and bring the blanket.  It looks nice on you.”

She followed as he
opened the door to the basement and they descended the carpeted stairs
together.  She kept the blanket wrapped around her like a large towel leaving
her shoulders bare.  Underneath she had only her sexy red panties and her
Anais-Anais.  Her body shivered slightly with anticipation, though the air was
quite warm.

She was surprised
at how large the room was.  It seemed to take up the entire area under the
house except for a small bedroom and bathroom just at the bottom of the
stairs.  The ceiling was easily nine feet high.  It was also unusually warm for
a basement.  The main room had an attractive hardwood floor which was the only
thing that kept her from thinking of it as completely cozy.  She looked around
to see how much dust was on the smooth, polished floor only to find it perfectly
clean.  Something else to ask him about, she thought.  Perhaps he had a
housekeeper.

There were
speakers mounted on the walls in each corner of the room.  He had touched a
switch somewhere as they entered and now some mysterious and sensuous music was
playing.  She couldn’t identify it, but wondered if this is what her on-line
friends had referred to as dungeon music.  There was a slight smell of incense
or perfume, perhaps scented candles.